Sierra Rose
Copyright 2016 Sierra Rose
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Bonus Book at the end – The Billionaire Bargain
Jump into this sexy romance from Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author Sierra Rose.
Paige: I desperately need some serious bucks to save my sister’s life. I was working late at the office when I happened to overhear an executive talking to his publicist about needing a fake wife to clean up his image. I decided I would be perfect for the job. But I almost lost my nerve when he mistakenly thought I was the cleaning lady. No matter. I have to do this for my sister, to get her the help she needs. So I boldly asked for the position of new wife. I almost died of embarrassment when I found out he was the new CEO of the company. Shit! Did I just proposition my billionaire playboy boss? And did he just tell me no?
Luke: I desperately need a fake wife to clean up my image. I was intrigued by the sassy secretary who walked into my office after eavesdropping on my conversation. But I can’t date an employee. It just wouldn’t be right. Besides, money can hire me an actress or a trophy wife at the drop of a dime. The only thing is, I can’t stop thinking about Paige. So I changed my mind, asked her if she would take the job, and she told me no. No woman has ever told me no. I’m determined to change her mind. I know she wants me. I can tell by the subtle bursts of affection she gives me...like a simple swipe of the arm, our flirty conversations, her bashful smile, or our lingering hugs. I was definitely intrigued. Was that little spark turning into something more? I know one thing, I’m not giving up until she’s in my bed where she belongs.
Bonus Book 2 – The Billionaire’s Fake Girlfriend
Jump into a sexy and funny, billionaire romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Sierra Rose.
Rebecca is an aspiring actress. While at a fancy cocktail party, the socialites begin to pick on her. And that’s when she claims she’s dating the billionaire host of the party. When he goes along with it, Rebecca is in shock. And when this billionaire offers her a proposition she can’t say no to, she dives straight in.
This is a three book series.
Chapter 1
FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS, my life had not been my own. Every minute, every phone call, every holiday and party had all been in the service of someone else. I’d learned to eat quicker, so I’d be ready to pick up the phone at a moment’s notice. I carried my passport constantly in my purse. My emergency contact was Louise-the-Bavarian-housekeeper.
The very essence of me had been temporarily shanghaied by another. All personal growth and development put on hold so I could make someone else my focus. A person whose quirks and dreams I knew even better than my own. The same person I’d spent the last two years of my life chasing around the globe as he indulged whim after whim.
But something changed that night in Spain. An irrevocable and permanent shift. One with so many rippled implications, it would take a lifetime to sort them all out. All I knew at the time, was that for the first time in two years, the tables had suddenly turned.
For the first time in two years...Nicholas Hunter was the one chasing after me.
“Abby!”
The two of us careened out into the night, one after the other. Dodging cars, tripping on cobblestones, blurring past a midnight portrait of Barcelona. For the first time since we’d arrived, the exquisite moonlit streets held no allure for me. As spellbinding as the city was, I was temporarily immune to its charms. My only thought was to escape. I had to get to the airport.
“Abby—please! Wait!”
He was catching up. Although I didn’t dare turn around as I sprinted down the cold streets toward the main thoroughfare that led back to the airstrip, his footfalls were getting steadily louder. It was only a matter of seconds before he was right in front of me, and then what? What the hell was I supposed to do once the two of us were standing face to face?
Thinking fast, I slipped through a tiny gap between two cars stuck in traffic—a gap too small for Nick to follow. A feeling of momentarily relief washed over me, until I glanced back to see him simply jump over the hood of the second car—sliding across it like some kind of secret agent, hardly even breaking his stride.
What the hell do they teach those kids at boarding school?!
I picked up the pace again, but even as I rounded a corner and saw the bright lights of the airport flickering in the distance, I knew it was to
o late. A sudden paralysis came over me, and I stopped dead in my tracks—gazing numbly out toward the horizon.
A second later, Nick skidded to a stop at my side.
Unlike me, he wasn’t even out of breath. If anything, the impromptu dash seemed to have revitalized him. Tousling his hair and flushing his cheeks with fresh color.
He was, however, looking uncharacteristically cautious. His muscles tensed and his eyes were alert. As if at any moment, I might sprint back out into traffic and the chase would be on.
“Abby?”